Axis

The axis of the heart between
lodestone and angel;
the axis of time that cuts
your life with swathe and thrust - 
scythe of truthful purpose
shaves us all
but the spin you take alone, revolve,
the slope fixed in space, anchored, moving,
its angle braced accepts your slant
upright at the serpent's heart, its lisp
hissing in your ear, its steel
lets you fix your hands - electric clasp - the energy
flows, moves through you: look up 
see the glow, look down, see the green
and you in between: growing thing, you:
living being, climbing on the spiral pole 
to touch your sun, your heart, your soul.

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